Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1887-04-07


Dear Miss Carstone:
The Psycho-physikethicological association
are to hold threo-weelrs' convention away
of in Langham. They meet day after to-
morrow. 1t is found advisable to print re-
port Of their wisdom in The Morning Herald
win you 60 TO Langhsm and report the
thing for US, and can you start at oncei
ED. MORNING HERALD.
p. S.-The State Insane asylum IS at Lang
ham. If some of the inside lunatics escape
and get mixed with the outside lunes and go
to speechmaking, it will make the conven-
ton livelier, but the proceedings will not be
any more difficult to understand.
To which she answered:
will go, and can start at once.
SHIRLEY CARsToNE.
That afternoon she sped away from Chester
ton on the wings of steam. 1t was the first
time she had been away from home since tho
death of her father, six years before The
frettings of her mother, the troublesome,
though well beloved children, the wearing,
petty cares indoors and out that narrowed
her without ceasing at home, were all left be-
hind Shirley was happy.
Even the music mad young lady, who sat
behind her and trilled to herself for sixty
miles out, did not annoy her.
She felt like bird out of cage. The not
being appealed to hundred times day, the
not having to plan and decide everything for
everybody, gave her an elasticity Of spirit
that she had not known for many day. She
likened herself to Christian in "Pilgrim's
Progress" when the load slipped off his back.
She had sense of freedom about her work,
too, that was very grateful. Hitherto what
she wrote had to be done in time snatched
from her rest, and at odd minutes between
other duties. 1t was what she had been
about evenings, when her mother had COM
planned that she did not look after the boys
Now at Langham she had her time to her.
SELF She had nothing to do but write, ex-
cept to listen. For Shirley, listening was
easy, though it is not so for everybody. She
felicitated herself.
She made herself comfortable. She had
pleasant room on the ground floor of O cot
tage overlooking q little lake. All was clean
and rural and sweet, as Shirley loved to
have it.
Her work was not so difficult either, for
brain and fingers had been trained to her
task.
There was one place where she liked best to
write That was in corner of the grounds,
out under the trees. 1t was q half hidden
nook, where little table was, and rustic
seat Hither Shirley hied every afternoon,
and put the finishing touches on her manu-
scripts.
1t was midsummer Sometimes between
the tremendous deliberations of the institute
and the thermometer the day was very hot
The institute kindly accepted the aid of the
thermometer in making things hot. 1t fell
on such an afternoon as this that Shirley
wore pretty white dress out to her favorite
corner under the trees. Shirley liked white
dresses AS she went she stole red rose
from bush beside the walk and fastened it
in her hair. Our girl was very beautiful.
A gentleman who had strolled out alone in
the grounds, and happened to see her sitting
there thought so. He was a handsome, dis
tinguished looking man, with brilliant, dark
gray eyes. His face was masterful one.
1t boro the stamp Of thought, experience and
intellect
He saw the lady sitting there, with the
white dress, the red rose fastened in her crown
of light brown hair. She did not perceive
him. She had finished her writing. She
threw her arm, the pencil still In her fingers,
carelessly along the twisted back Of the rustic
seat. Her head was raised and turned
slightly to one side. The regal pose, the no.
BILE profile the exquisite rose-tintedl cheek
were very striking
The man who stood there spell bound, had
he ever seen that face and figure, in just such
q pose, the white dress, the red rose and the
den physical movement about his heart, as if
it would break from his breast. He placed
his hand against tree to steady himself. He
needed something to hold fast by. And yet
it had been six years!
Well, he would not startle her if he could
help it. He cracked dead branch to make
some sound, and kept his face half hidden.
| The lady heard the noise, and looked about.
| She saw mans figure and half face. The
man watched her in side glances The face,
the outlines took for her look OF something
well known and loved long ago. He turned
now and approached her slowly. Once more,
as once in the past, the blood forsook her
| face and settled back around her heart.
| Then it came again in great waves and surges
| to her face The grief, the care, the weari-
ness of six years rolled away as in cloud,
and left her sitting under the trees with q
white dress on and red rose in her hair, and
| the master leaning over the rustic seat beside
her,
A strong, shapely hand touched her ex-
tended arm, pair of starlike eyes looked
intensely down once more into hers. Oh! it
was the same, that face with the sweet, half
yelled smile she knew so well, the. deep, mel.
low voice, calling her as of old, "Shirleyl"
The universe seemed whirliug around, with
her, Shirley Carstone, for its pivotal point.
She answered, family:
"Mr. MorTisonp
| He came and sat down beside her.
She tried to think of something to say. She
did say:
II didn't think you would have known me-
| Mr.. Morrison.
For answer he quoted softly:
II count myself in nothing else so happy,
AS in soul remembering my good friends"
Then lie spoke easily and lightly:
"What in the world are you doing here,
Shirley"
She smiled, with the old gleam Of fun in
her eyes.
II am reporting the Psycho-physikethico
logical institute for The Morning Herald"
"Don't you think you are alittle bit crazyT
"pm not sure. But if I be I, which think
/ be, then I'm sure some Of the members Of
that institution are"
"What do they dos"
"Oh, they go incoming about over the uni
versal everywhere, and grabble after the i'll
finite"
He smiled with amusement. "Can you un